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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.