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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Rekid,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.