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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.