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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Ludus,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Swans,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.