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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.