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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Nas to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.