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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Fear,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.