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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.