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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
10cc,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.