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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.