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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.