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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.