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 Lithuania 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
UT,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.