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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.