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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.