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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.