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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Audionom,
The Move,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.