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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Pole,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.