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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.