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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.