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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.