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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.