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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.