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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Standells to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Pole,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Franke,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.