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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.