Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
UT,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.