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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.