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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Smog to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Swans,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
MDC,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.