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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.