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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.