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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.