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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.