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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.