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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.