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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.