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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.