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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.