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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Niagra,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.