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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 sitar 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Lyres,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.