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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.