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 China and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Swans,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.