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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Brick,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.