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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.