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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.