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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Can,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.