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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
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.