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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.