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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.