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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.