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 Belarus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Cowsills to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.