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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Gong,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.