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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.