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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Organ,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.