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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.