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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.