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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.