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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.