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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.