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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.