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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.