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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Swans to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.