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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.