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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
a-ha,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Index,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.