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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 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 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.