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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.