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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.