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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.