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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.