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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
World's Most,
Nas,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.