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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Smog,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.