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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 snare 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.