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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Jandek,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.