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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.