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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.