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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.