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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.