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 Armenia and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Deakin,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.