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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.