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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.