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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.