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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.