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 France and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Newcleus,
DNA,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.