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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
DNA,
Excepter,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.