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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.