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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.