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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.