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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.