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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Can,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.