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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.