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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.