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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.