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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.