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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.