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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.