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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Magma,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.