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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.