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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Index,
Swans,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
New Order,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.