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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.