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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.