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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.