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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
the Association,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.