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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.