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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
X-101,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.