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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Kinks to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.