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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Smog,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.