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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.