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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.