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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.