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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.