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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Hoover,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.