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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.