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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.