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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.