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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 Radio Birdman 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.