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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.