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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
The Associates,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.