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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.