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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.