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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.