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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.