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 Fiji and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.