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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.