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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.