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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.