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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
The Residents,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.