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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Gong,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.