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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Can,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.