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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.