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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
DNA,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.