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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.