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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.