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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.