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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
cv313,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.