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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.