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 South Sudan 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.