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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.