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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.