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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
The Residents,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.