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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.