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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.