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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Invisible to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.