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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
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.