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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.