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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Radiohead to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.