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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.