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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.