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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Lalann,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.