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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.