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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 FM Einheit 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Wings,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.