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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.