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 Portugal and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
The Standells,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.