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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.