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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.