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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.