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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.