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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 the Association to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
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Neil Young,
The Remains,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.