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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.