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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.