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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.