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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
UT,
Unwound,
Slave,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.