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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Monks,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.