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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.