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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.