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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
The Martian,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.