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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.