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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 The Monks to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.