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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.