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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.