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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Nico,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.