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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.