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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.