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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Wings,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Can,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.