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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.