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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.