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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.