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 New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.