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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.