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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.