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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.