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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.