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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.