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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.