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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.