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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.