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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.