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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.