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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.