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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.