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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Fear,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.