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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.