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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.