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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.