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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.