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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.