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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.