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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.