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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Magma,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.