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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.