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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.