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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Technova,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.