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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.