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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 mellotron 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.