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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Television,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.