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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Wire,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.