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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.