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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.