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 Czech Republic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.