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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Technova,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.