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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.