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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.