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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Scion,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.