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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.