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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.