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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.