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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.