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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.