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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.