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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Can,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.