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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.