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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.