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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.