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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.