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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin 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 techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.