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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Can,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.