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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.