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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.