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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.