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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.