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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.