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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.