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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.