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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.