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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Can,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.