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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Slave,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.