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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.