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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Index,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.