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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Slave,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.