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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.