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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Hoover,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.