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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.