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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
UT,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.