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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.