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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.