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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.