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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.