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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.