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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.