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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.