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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Gun Club 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.