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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.