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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
the Association,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.