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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.