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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 guitar 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.