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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Wake,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.