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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.