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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh 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?
Ituana,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Quantec,
X-101,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.