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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.