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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.