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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.