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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.