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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.