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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.