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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
MC5,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.