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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.