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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.