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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Brick,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.