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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Neu!,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.