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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.