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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.