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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Quantec 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.