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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Hoover,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
The Index,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.