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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.