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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fire Engines to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Audionom,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.