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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.