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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.