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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.