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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.