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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.