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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
June Days,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.