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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.