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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.