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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.