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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.