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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.