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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.