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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Television,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.