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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.