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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.