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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.