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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.