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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smoke to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.