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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.