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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Index,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.