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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
AZ,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.