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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.