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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Franke,
X-101,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.