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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.