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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.