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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
The Index,
World's Most,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Ludus,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.