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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.