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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.