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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.