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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.