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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.