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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 organ 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.