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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
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.