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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.