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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
The Litter,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.