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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.