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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.