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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can 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?
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.