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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.