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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.