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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Smiths to the grime 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.