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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.