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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.