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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.