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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Supertramp,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.