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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.