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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.