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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.