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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.