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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.