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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.