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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.