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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.