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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 UT to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Roxette,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Sparks,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Television,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.