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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.