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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
10cc,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.