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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.