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 Vietnam 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Index,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.