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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.