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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.