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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
MDC,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.