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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.