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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
New Order,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Organ,
Liliput,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.