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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.