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 Costa Rica 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Faust,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.