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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.