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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.