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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.