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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Essential Logic to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Can,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
DNA,
MDC,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.