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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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.