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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.