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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.