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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.