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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.