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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.