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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.