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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
The Evens,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.