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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.