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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Television,
The Move,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.