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 China and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Swans,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.