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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.