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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.