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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.