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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.