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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Mars,
UT,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.