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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Index,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.