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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.