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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.