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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.