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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Moleskins,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.