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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.