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 India 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.