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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.