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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.