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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.