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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.