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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.