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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Harmonia to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Magma,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.