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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
The Slits,
Oneida,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
the Swans,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.