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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.