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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the dance 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.