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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.