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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.