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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Whodini,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.