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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Busters to the rap 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.