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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.