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 Burundi and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.