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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.