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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.