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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.