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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.