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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.