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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.