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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
MC5,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.