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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.