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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.