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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.