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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.