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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
X-101,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.