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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.