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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.