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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.