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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.