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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
cv313,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.