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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.