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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.