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 Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.