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 Russia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.