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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.