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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.