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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.