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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.