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 Ghana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Can,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.