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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.