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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 Portland and Edmonton.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s 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 Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.