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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Rekid,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.