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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.