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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.