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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.