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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.