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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.