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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.