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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.