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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.