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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.