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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Scion,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.