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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Technova,
John Cale,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.