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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.