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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.