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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.