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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.