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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Gong,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.