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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.