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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Motions,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.