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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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?
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.