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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Gong,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
MDC,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.