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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Technova,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.