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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Kinks to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.