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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.