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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.