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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Whodini to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.