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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.