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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.