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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
ABC,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.