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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.