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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.