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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.