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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.