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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Index,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Josef K,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.