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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
MDC,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.