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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Searchers to the funk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Can,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.