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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Cymande,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.