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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.