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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.