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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.