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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.