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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.