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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.