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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Brick,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
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.