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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.