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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
New Order,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.