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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Happenings 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.