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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
MDC,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.