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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.