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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.