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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.