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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
UT,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.