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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.