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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.