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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.