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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Television,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.