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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.