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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Massinfluence 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.