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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.