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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Music Machine to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.