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 Fiji 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.