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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
MDC,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.