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 Laos and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.