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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.