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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.