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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Wings,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
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.