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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.