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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Index,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.