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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.