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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
The Wake,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.