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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Mars,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.