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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.