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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.