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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
the Slits,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Franke,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.