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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.