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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.