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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
MDC,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
DNA,
Technova,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.