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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.