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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.