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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.