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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.