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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.