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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Scientists,
Index,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.