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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.