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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.