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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.