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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.