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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.