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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.