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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.