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 the UAE 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Ituana 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.