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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
The Victims,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.