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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.