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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 The Victims to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
X-101,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.