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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.