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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Can,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.