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 Micronesia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.