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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.