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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.