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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.