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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.