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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.