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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.