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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.